
Never mind fucking jetpacks, SPRING is what I was fucking well promised. A few weeks ago I awoke to a pleasantly mild morning and strolled into work without ducking the head or turning up the collar and genuinely believed that Spring was on its way. It wasn't, of course, it was just Mother Nature fucking with my head. I remember last year the crocuses and snowdrops were out in January, it was that warm, whereas this year it is pretty much April and they are still not out in the shadier parts of the garden. A [...]